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At last!!!
I am compelled by powers beyond my control, (that filthy king who owns my soul,) but at least now, for the first time in longer than I shall ever choose to remember, I am free once more. How sweet the air. How clear and sharp each passing moment. Ahhhh... The grass is green. The wind is cool. This vale is the closest approximation to heaven that I have ever experienced. This is what it means to be alive! And now...What is this? A passing boy... He looks to be just my age... Oh how sweet and tender he appears... The full tragedy of existance has obviously not hit him yet... Poor kid... | ||
